Intro
( Em C Am D ) x4
Em Am Em Am
You know what makes me happy, the things that make you sad
Em Am Em Am
The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
Em Am Em Am
I found my indecision, the product of the media grime
Em Am Em Am D
The feel that I control will have you press rewind
G Am G
And now I'm on the wings, hoping that you'll hear
Am G
Don't bother to respond, you love to hear me again
Am G Am
And when the sun beams down all of your lies, close, close, yeah close the light
Solo: ( Em C Am D ) x4
Em C Am D Em C Am D
The sky's all grey in the barracks, I know I'm a lousy hero
Em C Am D Em C Am D
The classic act of feeling is that of a memory
G Am G Am
And you are peering down through parascopic eyes, close, close, yeah close (conscience)
C G D Am
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
C G D C Em Am NC ( Em C Am D ) x4
We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played
( Em C Am D ) x4
Em C Am D Em C Am D
And in the end of a season, the voices turn it all off
Em C Am D Em C Am D
The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along
C G D Am
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
C G D C Em Am
We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played (that's good)